Larksong Grotto ☾ tléix'

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A nip upon the furs that swept upon him, a nip that sparked something deep within the woman. Pawsteps that rung throughout the grotto, heavy, commanding, treading towards her on a clear, moonlit trail. Once he was beside her, she would move to touch her nose to his, eyes blinking slow, long, searching his face for something that she could not quite name. There was no desperation in her body. No need for the man that stood beside her. But rather, a choice, clear and true. A courtship that she would not deny.
The moondancer moved forwards, paws carrying her through a light, steady gait. Graceful as snow falling upon pale earth. Blizzard-like in her beauty. A quiet strength upon a kind body. A warmth, new and accepted. She did not speak as she angled southwards, heading for the gap in the treeline. Moonlight filtered through the canopy and kissed at their feet as they went, a royalty once accustomed to, but now, felt an inappropriate level of flattery. Rather, she sought travel. Trust. Family. She longed to teach, and she was sure, now, that Uktark was to be the first of these lands to hear all she had to say—something of which he was to accept rather quickly, for the snowhunter, while ever pacifistic, was not quiet about her opinions, nor her beliefs.
Dísal'eix̲ would be gentle to her chosen man. To her family. To those who showed her kindness and earned it in return. But she was not a gentle woman by nature. There was a fire, held deep within shadowed, sapphire-blue eyes. A fierce protectiveness that she would not abstain from. The same danger that drew her to Uktark lingered within, waiting for the perfect moment.
Such gentle jaws were not unknowing of violence.

But, in this quiet moment, she led both herself and the man beside her from outwards of the grotto, letting her tail mingle with his own, should he be so accepting. An easy silence passed between them.
He would soon come to know the strength she carried.

another thread for these two soon ? (eyes) <3